The Wrong Woman

Chapter 1049

"Professor Winkler, there's another issue with the program and I wish to discuss it with you."

"What's the issue?"Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

"It's about the endurance" Her words were cut short by Mila.

"Imogen, why don't we meet in person to discuss it?"

"Meet in person?" Imogen asked, surprised.

"Well, it's the weekend. Are you busy today?"

"No, not at all."

"Great. I'll send a driver to pick you up. Just give me your address."

Imogen felt ill at ease and quickly declined. "No need for the trouble. I'll take a taxi. Please send me your address, Professor Winkler." "Alright," Mila replied warmly.

After hanging up, Mila sent Imogen the address. Imogen took a taxi and arrived half an hour later at a gated community of standalone villas.

The driver remarked, "These villas are for important national figures. I can't go inside. You'll have to get off here."

Imogen got out and looked at the tall, sturdy walls and the strict security at the gate. Inside the residential area lived national officials and champions. It was natural for exceptional scientists like Mila to reside there as well.

She sent Mila a message. Shortly after, Mila came out to greet her personally.

"Imogen," Mila said with a friendly smile. Despite being able to clear her entry with a phone call, Mila came out to meet Imogen out of respect and fondness.

"Hello, Professor Winkler," Imogen greeted with a nod.

Mila took her hand and said, "Come on, let's go to my place."

Imogen asked worriedly, "Will I be disturbing your family?"

Mila replied, "No, my son doesn't live with me, and my husband is busy at work."

"What does your husband work as?"

"He's a government employee."

"I see," Imogen responded.

Seeing that Imogen didn't probe further, Mila added, "My son has his own business."

"He must be very talented," Imogen said politely.

Mila sighed, "It's quite worrisome, actually."

"Why?"

"He won't get a girlfriend or even a boyfriend..."

Imogen forced a smile in embarrassment upon hearing Mila's statement.

They chatted as they walked, soon arriving at Sudvilla.

The Sudvilla neighborhood was filled with flowers, among them were Lupines.

Wealthy people rarely planted these flowers. As they passed through the garden, Imogen asked curiously, "Professor Winkler, do you like Lupines?"

A gentle smile graced Mila's lips. "My husband thinks I do."

"He planted them?"

"Yes."

"He's really good to you."

Mila smiled happily and nodded in agreement.

As they entered Sudvilla, Imogen noticed that the living room walls were lined with books, packed tightly together. She was surprised to see that scientists were inseparable from their books, even in their daily lives.

The two of them went inside and immediately headed to the study to address the program issue on the computer. After a long session of research and discussion, Imogen

finally resolved the problem.

Mila invited her to stay for a meal. Imogen sat on the living room couch, looking around at the house's layout.

With a plate of freshly cut fruit in her hands, Mila approached. "Imogen, have some fruit."

Imogen sat up straight and politely remarked, "Thanks, Professor Winkler."

Mila, pleased, sat down and gazed at Imogen with obvious fondness in her eyes. She sat across from ker and stated, "Imogen, you should visit more often when you have time."

"Sure," Imogen replied courteously.

"I'll introduce you to my son when there's a chance," Mila added.

Imogen smiled awkwardly as she ate the fruit. "I'm married."

Mila quickly clarified, "Don't misunderstand, I don't mean to set you up. I just think you two could be friends."